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scrollonso · 4 days ago

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How else would we celebrate? — Lawstroll

As soon as Liam steps into his motorhome, the tension and adrenaline from qualifying seem to melt away, replaced by a warm, bubbling excitement.

A big smile spreads across his face as he spots Lance already stretched out on the sofa, looking as comfortable as ever. Lance’s hair is a charming mess from ages under his helmet, his race suit unzipped down to his waist, revealing the hint of a soft T-shirt underneath — seemingly one of Liam's that he switched into after his crash. He looks completely at ease, but there’s a glimmer of pride in his eyes that Liam recognizes right away.

It’s not the top spot they’ve both been dreaming of, not yet anyway, but P10 is a massive achievement today. For weeks, Lance has been fighting tooth and nail, pushing himself and that car — no matter how frustrating, no matter how disappointing the results sometimes were. There were all those brutal qualifying sessions where the car barely allowed him to scrape through to Q2, if he even made it that far. Those moments were rough, and Liam knows the toll they took on Lance. But today is different. Today, P10 feels like a real victory, and in that moment, Liam feels like the proudest boyfriend in the world.

Liam barely takes a moment to set down his helmet and gloves before he all but launches himself onto the sofa, his excitement bubbling over. He practically dives into Lance’s arms, wrapping him up in a tight, full-bodied hug that’s as much celebration as it is relief. Lance’s surprised chuckle vibrates against Liam’s shoulder, and in that instant, Liam can feel all the tension, all the buildup of the day’s nerves, fade away.

Lance’s arms instinctively wrap around him, pulling him close, and he melts into the embrace, the familiar warmth and solid presence of his boyfriend grounding him. They hold each other like that for a moment, tangled up in a mess of limbs, giggles, and shared pride.

“You did it,” Liam hums, his face lighting up with pure joy as he pulls back just enough to look Lance in the eyes. His voice carries a mix of disbelief, pride, and so much excitement he can hardly contain it. “Q3, Lance! You made it to Q3! You're my wet weather prince, Lance.”

He emphasizes each part as if saying it out loud will make it feel even more real, his words filled with admiration. It’s like every frustration, every tough moment over the past weeks has finally paid off, and he can’t stop smiling, can’t stop marveling at the sight of Lance here, sitting with him, their small triumph between them. The disbelief in his tone isn’t because he doubted Lance — it’s because he’s just so proud to see Lance break through the struggle and land a spot in the top ten — though he was confident his boyfriend couldve achieved more if hiven the chance.

Lance breaks into a wide grin, trying to play it cool as he shrugs, but Liam can see right through him. He knows Lance well enough to catch the sparkle in his eyes and the way his cheeks are just a bit flushed, signs that he’s quietly thrilled, maybe even more than he’s letting on. There’s a pride there, barely contained beneath the surface, and it makes Liam’s heart swell.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lance says, doing his best to sound casual, though a hint of excitement creeps into his voice. “I mean, P10’s no P5,” he adds, raising an eyebrow and nudging Liam’s shoulder with a playful smirk. His eyes glint with a mix of mischief and affection, and there’s something in his tone that makes Liam laugh, knowing Lance is still Lance — always ready to tease him, even now.

“Oh, don’t even start,” Liam laughs, rolling his eyes as he gives Lance a playful shove. The push doesn’t go far, though, and Lance just shifts closer, that smug little grin still lingering. Liam can’t help but smile, the teasing all too familiar, something that grounds him even after a whirlwind of a day. He lets out a deep breath, then leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to Lance’s cheek, his lips brushing against the warmth of Lance’s skin.

They settle into the sofa together, legs tangled up and arms draped around each other, the rush of adrenaline slowly giving way to a deep, shared contentment. The motorhome is quiet, the world outside fading until it feels like there’s nothing left but this small, peaceful space they’ve created just for the two of them. Liam rests his head against Lance’s shoulder, their fingers intertwined, and they stay like that, close and warm, soaking in the rare moment of calm.

It’s simple and unhurried, but after the intensity of qualifying, after all those grueling weeks of struggle and frustration, this silence feels like a treasure — like a reward, a reminder of why they’re here, of what they’re building together.

Liam shifts slightly, just enough to turn and meet Lance’s eyes, a gentle smile on his face. “Honestly, though,” he murmurs, his voice soft with a warmth that makes Lance’s cheeks flush just a bit. “I’m just… so happy for you.” He presses a kiss to the corner of Lance’s mouth, his hand sliding up to cup his jaw. “That car has sucked for so long,” he continues between kisses, each one tender, “but you didn’t let it get to you.” He kisses him again, slower this time, letting it linger. “You kept pushing, kept believing in yourself, and you made it. You just… i don't know, you did it, Lance.”

Lance leans into him, eyes fluttering shut as he returns the kiss, slow and soft, a gentle melding of lips that says everything he can’t put into words. Liam’s hand slips into his hair, tugging him even closer, and for a few breathless seconds, they’re lost in each other. Lance kisses him back with a quiet intensity, his thumb tracing gentle patterns along Liam’s cheek, as if grounding himself in the reality of this moment.

They break apart for only a second, just long enough for Liam to laugh softly, their foreheads resting together. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he whispers, pressing another kiss to Lance’s lips. Lance laughs against his mouth, pulling Liam in again, and they lose themselves in another kiss, deeper and more unguarded this time. The weight of the day, the struggles, everything else fades away until all they can feel is each other.

They lay in a comfortable silence for a minute, both of their heart beats syncing together, morphing them into one. Liam is the first to speak.

Before he knows it, the words are tumbling out, almost as if they’re lifting themselves off his heart: “We should get married.” He whispers, his words catching for a moment as he looks into Lance’s eyes. There’s something there, something in the way Lance is watching him, that brings out a warmth, a certainty he didn’t even realize he was feeling.

It’s unplanned, sudden, and as soon as he says it, Liam feels a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement, but he doesn’t pull back. He just keeps looking at Lance, his face open and sincere, feeling as though he’s been holding this thought deep inside, waiting for just the right moment — this moment.

Lance’s eyes widen in shock, his mouth slightly open — and lips slightly swolen — as he processes what Liam just said. For a second, he’s completely speechless, his face an adorable mix of surprise and awe. Then, as if the realization finally hits him, he breaks into a laugh — a laugh that’s both delighted and incredulous, filled with a kind of disbelief that only comes when something wonderful sneaks up on you.

“Wait, are you serious?” he asks, looking at Liam with this look that’s so full of wonder it almost makes Liam’s heart skip a beat. Lance’s eyes are shining, his expression so open and vulnerable, like he’s seeing Liam in a new light, or maybe seeing all the things he already knew were there but suddenly appreciating them in an entirely different way.

Liam’s cheeks flush a little, and he starts laughing too, feeling a bit silly but also unbelievably happy. “Well, yeah!” he says, a little breathless as he gestures toward Lance with a broad, affectionate grin. “I mean, look at you!” He laughs again, his heart racing with the thrill of actually saying it out loud. “P10 is marriage material, Stroll. Obviously.”

Lance shakes his head, his grin stretching wider as he leans in closer, bringing a hand up to cradle the side of Liam’s face. He presses a gentle, lingering kiss to Liam’s lips, pouring every ounce of his affection into that one soft moment. When he pulls back, his smirk returns, playful and warm. “If that’s all it took, I would’ve aimed for Q3 ages ago,” he says, his tone dropping to a softer, more intimate note as he wraps an arm around Liam’s waist, pulling him in so close there’s hardly any space between them. “But honestly,” he murmurs, his eyes searching Liam’s, “I think I’d marry you even if I qualified dead last every single race.”

Liam’s breath catches, his heart swelling at the simple honesty in Lance’s words. It’s moments like this that remind him why he fell in love with Lance — the gentle loyalty, the way he cares so deeply, even when things aren’t perfect. Liam leans in, brushing his lips against Lance’s in another soft kiss before whispering, “Good. But just for the record, you’re going to have to keep making it to Q3. Can’t let my standards slip now.”

They both laugh again, the sound filling the motorhome with warmth, a shared joy that lingers in the air like a secret, unbreakable bond between them. They stay close, wrapped up in each other, letting the silly, spontaneous promise settle around them. In that small space, surrounded by helmets and racing gear, they’re just Liam and Lance — two people who have found something so precious in each other.

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